Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Ruins


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Keep me tight,

Like your dead grandfather’s purple heart.

Apprize me.

As if I am merely ancient ruins you wish to frequent.

Cultivate me, like the crop in your acreage.

Shelter me, as if I were your only child, small.

Value me, as if I was the rarest of coins.

 

Joelly.C.s-POET

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